The mind builds roads That go both somewhere and nowhere – Also, the mind likes to place stone blocks in strict order So people know where to sit.
On the other hand, the heart flies – The heart is the sky – And knowing God, Has nothing to fear.
Philosophers cherish their large paper collections While churlishly competing for second place – The cheering stops as soon as they start wearing Learning like brass and silver medals Covering proud European chests.
It’s true that God actually hates theology And dismisses, out of hand, the latest philosophical trends – Instead, God prefers to dance – Before eventually changing into a fountain of joy.
Today, I take my little whisk broom And brush away dust From the books in my library – But, the best thing of all, Is the expansive green space outside medieval windows Where the lawn is held close within surrounding stone walls Like a green heart deep inside ancient wisdom.
The truth is we no longer have names Since the old names no longer apply – Now, we’re becoming as anonymous as God.
No one knows the original name of God either – All those religions inspired by God’s ancient names Have been shedding their names Along with all the adjectives clustered around them.
That’s why I’m waiting for a new God without a name To suddenly appear, like happened in the old days – For example, when Jesus first arrived, no one knew who he was, But now, everybody knows his name.
Pretty soon, many more of us will have lost our names And forgotten who we are – Lost in the mist – Inadvertently painted over.
I myself was born with a name But I’m about to lose it When I step out into a sky of pulsing, radiant stars I’ll become someone – way up there – Someone who I no longer remember, and you don’t remember either – Yes, it’s true – I’ll still be alive – Alive, but no longer having my own name –